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"…" Ajia could not answer.

If he was hit by that rock and his leg got injured, it wouldn't be a big deal if he fell down.

"That Jia Tao should be glad that he's doing it for free." Que San said indifferently.

Hearing this, Azheng could almost imagine that if it was a threat, the pigeon would not be so polite. Just think about the face of young master Zuo, which was still swollen from all this.

Pausing for a moment, he then asked, "But Jia Tao also broke the rules by hurting someone with a stone. Why isn't anyone controlling him?"

"After the competition, his results will be set aside, but …"

Que 3000's voice slowed down. He watched as the red figure who was leading the way climb the peak without any suspense, raising the red flag that belonged to the top of the mountain. An evil smile appeared on his lips, and then he said the latter half of the sentence …

"It won't matter now."

White Pigeon also had a faint smile on her face. All of this was within her expectations. Victory was already a common occurrence, so there was no suspense. Only in front of that one person did she not win.

He inadvertently glanced at the tent on the opposite mountain peak …

For some reason, she felt as if a familiar gaze was staring at her.

"Oh!" Third brother! She won't find us, will she? "

Ya Zheng was shocked the moment his eyes met with the woman's in the surveillance camera.

"What are you afraid of? "So what if she finds out? She can even eat you?" Que 3000 didn't mind.

"But, is this a bad thing?" Azheng is still a little worried.

"Let's go." Que 3000 did not reply to him, but stood up and walked out of the tent.

"What?" Ya Zheng was puzzled.

"Of course it is … "To meet our champion, the Undefeated Queen."

"..."

"Wah!" This is the Everlasting Queen, the White Pigeon! "

"Oh my god!" "It's a dream!"

"That's right!" I have finally met the Goddess! "

"Oh my god! The white pigeons were so beautiful and cool! "It's over, it's over. What if I fall in love with her?"

"…"

After the match ended, Zhu Bai Diao picked up her queen's model, and under everyone's gazes, whether it was admiration, envy, or jealousy, he coolly walked towards the organizer's tent.

Right at that moment, a bunch of reporters came out of nowhere and swarmed her with their microphones. The 20 or 30 microphones were immediately thrown right in front of her face.

"Miss White Pigeon, how are you? Congratulations on winning this time's rock climbing competition. Can you share your feelings with us?"

"Miss White Pigeon, may I ask if you plan to return to the competition field?"

"Miss White Pigeon, may I ask which competition you like the most?"

"Miss White Pigeon …"

"…"

White Pigeon slightly raised its brows and swept a glance over this group of persistent fellows. However, its steps didn't stop in the slightest.

"I won't accept any interviews, and I won't answer any questions. Please step aside."

As she spoke coldly, she went straight through the crowd and entered the host's tent, completely ignoring the reporters and admirers who had been blocked outside the door.

"Hello miss, may I ask if you are a white pigeon?" The staff member seemed to have predicted that she would rush here and greeted her enthusiastically.

"Alright, I'll collect the bonus." White Pigeon walked up to the man's desk and answered directly.

"Alright, I've already prepared it for you. Please sign your name here." The man placed a document in front of the white pigeon and handed her a pen.

The White Pigeon skimmed through the document and thought that it was just an ordinary proof of reward. It didn't even flip through it before it wrote down its name.

"Thank you for your cooperation. Here is your bonus card, please accept it." The person very politely handed her a bank card.

"OK!" White Pigeon took the card, turned around and was about to leave the tent.

But at this moment, he heard that person's voice from behind him, "Third Young Master, it's all done."

"Mm, you can leave."

He turned around and looked at the man who came in from the back door, then looked at the staff who walked out of the tent.

"Que 3000?!"

"Why are you here?"

Que Sanlang smirked lazily, walked two steps forward and sat in the chair in front of the desk, "Congratulations to our undefeated Queen for bringing up the championship again."

This voice overlapped with the voice from the walkie-talkie during the match, and White Pigeon immediately frowned.

"It's you?!"

At this moment, she recalled that Chen Baihui had mentioned to her when they were visiting the supermarket yesterday that the one behind the rock climbing competition was a famous corporation!

Zhu Bai pigeon walked back in a few steps, slapped the table in front of him with both of its palms, and laughed coldly with its lips raised: "Haha!" So it was because of you! Like I said, for no reason, which idiot would spend that much money to do a rock climbing competition! However, from the looks of it now, only a fool like you would be able to accomplish such a thing! "

"Haha …" Third Young Master Que was a person with self-restraint and bearing, of course he wouldn't fuss about it with a silly little girl.

He waved the document in front of her, "Miss White Pigeon, from now on, you are this young master's bodyguard. Do you want to make the acceptance speech for the award?"

"Haha …" White Pigeon tilted its head in disdain and laughed, but in the next second, it immediately reacted, "No …" "What did you say?!"

"…"

Que 3000 flipped to the penultimate page of the proof of reward, generously answering her doubts.

"Bodyguard agreement?!"

The White Pigeon read the five large words on the title page. Its hands that were placed on the table suddenly clenched into fists!

His eyes that were burning with anger slowly moved away from that word, and fiercely glared at Que 3000, pausing after each word, he gritted his teeth and spat out: "Bastard! "You're messing with me!"

"Ai ~ ~ You can't say it like that. I'm hosting a rock climbing competition, and you're here to participate. This was originally a mutual wishful thinking between Zhou Yu and herself, so why did it become me toying with you?" Que 3000 closed that document, and said rather innocently.

"You …" The white pigeon bit its lip and humphed, "Humph! What do you mean 'wishful thinking'? You must have calculated that I would participate in the competition so that you could lure me in, right? "

"Of course not, I don't know how to predict the future. How can that count?" He leaned back comfortably.

White Pigeon resisted the urge to hit him and nodded slightly, "So you're saying that you organized this match in order to recruit bodyguards?"

Que San raised his eyebrows, he didn't hide his smile at the corner of his eyes, "Otherwise, if I am an amateur and don't rely on climbing to the top to make money, could I really be stupid, do I have nothing better to do?"